"veys her to Nero's apartment: She there encourages and deter"mines Nero to banish Otho, and finish the horrid deed he had at"tempted on his mother. Anicetus undertakes to execute his re"solves; and, under pretence of a plot upon the Emperor's life, is "sent with a guard to murder Agrippina, who is still at Baiæ in immi"nent fear, and irresolute how to conduct herself. The account of " her death, and the Emperor's horror and fruitless remorse, finishes "the drama."]
"TIS well, begone! your errand is perform’d: [Speaks as to Anicetus entering.
The message needs no comment. Tell your master, His mother shall obey him. Say you saw her Yielding due reverence to his high command: Alone, unguarded, and without a Lictor, As fits the daughter of Germanicus.
Say, she retired to Antium; there to tend Her household cares, a woman's best employment. What if you add, how she turn'd pale, and trem-
You think, you spied a tear stand in her eye,
And would have dropp'd but that her pride restrain'd it?
(Go! you can paint it well) 'twill profit you, And please the stripling. Yet 'twould dash his joy To hear the spirit of Britannicus
Yet walks on earth: at least there are who know
Without a spell to raise, and bid it fire
A thousand haughty hearts, unus'd to shake When a boy frowns, nor to be lur'd with smiles To taste of hollow kindness, or partake His hospitable board: They are aware
Of th' unpledg'd bowl, they love not aconite.
He's gone; and much I hope these walls alone And the mute air are privy to your passion. Forgive your servant's fears, who sees the danger Which fierce resentment cannot fail to raise In haughty youth and irritated power.
And dost thou talk to me, to me, of danger, Of haughty youth and irritated power,
To her that gave it being, her that arm'd This painted Jove, and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt; while he stood trembling Scar'd at the sound, and dazzled with its bright- ness?
"Tis like, thou hast forgot, when yet a stranger To adoration, to the grateful steam
Of flattery's incense, and obsequious vows From voluntary realms, a puny boy, Deck'd with no other lustre than the blood Of Agrippina's race, he liv'd unknown To fame, or fortune; haply eyed at distance Some edileship, ambitious of the power To judge of weights and measures; scarcely dar'd On expectation's strongest wing to soar High as the consulate, that empty shade Of long-forgotten liberty: When I
Op'd his young eye to bear the blaze of greatness; Shew'd him where empire tower'd, and bade him
The noble quarry. Gods! then was the time
To shrink from danger; fear might then have worn
The mask of prudence; but a heart like mine, A heart that glows with the pure Julian fire, If bright Ambition from her craggy seat Display the radiant prize, will mount undaunted, Gain the rough heights, and grasp the dangerous honour.
Thro' various life I have pursued your steps, Have seen your soul, and wonder'd at its daring: Hence rise my fears. Nor am I yet to learn How vast the debt of gratitude which Nero To such a mother owes; the world, you gave him, Suffices not to pay the obligation.
I well remember too (for I was present) When in a secret and dead hour of night, Due sacrifice perform'd with barb'rous rites Of mutter'd charms, and solemn invocation, You bade the Magi call the dreadful powers, That read futurity, to know the fate Impending o'er your son: Their answer was, If the son reign the mother perishes.
Perish (you cry'd) the mother! reign the son! He reigns, the rest is heav'n's; who oft has bade, Ev'n when its will seem'd wrote in lines of blood, Th' unthought event disclose a whiter meaning. Think too how oft in weak and sickly minds The sweets of kindness lavishly indulg'd Rankle to gall; and benefits too great To be repaid, sit heavy on the soul,
As unrequited wrongs. The willing homage Of prostrate Rome, the senate's joint applause, The riches of the earth, the train of pleasures That wait on youth, and arbitrary sway;
These were your gift, and with them you bestow'd The very power he has to be ungrateful.
Thus ever grave and undisturb'd reflection Pours its cool dictates in the madding ear
Of rage, and thinks to quench the fire it feels not. Say'st thou I must be cautious, must be silent,
And tremble at the phantom I have rais'd? Carry to him thy timid counsels. He
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